Kurt did his best to satisfy me in the confines of the crew cab.

I didn’t know it then, but over time I learned that many guys after cumming just plain lose interest and are ready to hit the road. Kurt was different. He hiked up his jeans and folded his monster back into its lair. He scooted over, his left knee on the floorboard and his right between my spraddled thighs. He leaned forward and gently placed his hands on my cheeks. “Thank you. That was mind blowing.”

I didn’t know what to say. My first blow job was that good? I felt stupid, but I said it anyway. “You’re welcome.”

Kurt pulled my face toward his. Our lips met. I instinctively parted my lips to allow his tongue to explore my mouth. I couldn’t help but wonder if he could taste the salty sweetness of his own cum.

As we passionately kissed, he slipped his right hand around my neck and his left down to my embarrassingly wet crotch. He took his time reciprocating the pleasure that I had afforded him.

I could feel him run his fingers through my bush. He slid presumably his index and long fingers down the outside of each camel toe. He repeated this several times as I tilted my pelvis upward to give him unencumbered access to my sensitive private domain.

Kurt broke our kiss and removed his hand from my pussy. I was confused. Had I done something wrong? He looked me in the eyes and smiled as he brought his fingers up to his nose and deeply inhaled. I would learn later that this kink would result in an endorphin storm and a primeval need to mate.

We continued to lock eyes as he shifted his digits into his mouth and lustily sucked my essence from then. I moved closer to him, our faces only a mere inches apart. He removed his fingers and used the saliva-wettened tips to paint my lips. I closed my eyes and welcomed them into my open and hungry mouth. With no further stimulation, my body convulsed into an earth-shaking orgasm.

As I regained composure, I grasped his hand and pulled his cock substitutes from my mouth. I held his wrist firmly. There was absolutely no way I wanted him to touch my tits or pussy. They were sensitive beyond description.

I broke our embrace and asked Kurt to fetch my cutoffs from the front seat. Kurt looked hurt and asked, “Do you have to leave so soon?”

“No. I have a cramp in my calf and I feel naked.”

Kurt suggested we go back to his motel, adding, “It’s nothing fancy. The room has a bed and a bathroom.”

I suggested that would be all we’d need. I was in full Carla mode: a cock hungry slut. I followed Kurt to the motel in my pastor’s wife Chrysler minivan. Kurt seemed like a nice guy, but I didn’t want to depend on him to get me back to the Branding Iron.

I was pleasantly surprised. Although the Notel Motel was a Best Western, it had clearly been updated. The lobby was cheerful with none of the 80’s brown paneling or brown floor tiles. The hall didn’t even smell like that mysterious red sawdust janitors sprinkle on who knows what.

Kurt unlocked the door and held it open for me. The room smelled fresh but was pitch black. I turned on both the hallway and bathroom lights. I crossed the room to the drapes and started to open them. I turned and explained, “I want us to see each other while we make love.”

Kurt joined me at the window and immediately took charge. We embraced, my hands on his muscular pecs and his on my ass. As we deeply kissed, he ran his fingers up under the rear pockets of my cutoffs. I shifted my hands to the back of his neck and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me.”

Kurt dipped slightly and pulled up on my cheeks. I hopped upward, my legs around his waist. I could feel the hardness of his rodeo buckle on my privates. I ground my pussy against it while he effortlessly carried me to the turned-down bed. He lowered me slowly into a sitting position, my CFMs on the carpet. Without hesitation, I began undoing his belt and unbuttoning his 501s. His semi-hard snake was wedged down the left leg of his Levi’s and resisted my clumsy efforts to free it. Kurt took the bull by the horns. He stuck his thumbs in the back of his jeans and lowered them to mid-thigh.

I leaned forward and took Kurt’s sausage into my mouth again without hesitation. I could smell and taste the mustiness of his previous ejaculation. It made me hungry. I wanted as much of his warm meat in my mouth as I could possibly handle. I cautiously moved my head forward, expanding my mouth maximally to accommodate his girth. When the silky head touched the back of my salivating mouth, I gagged slightly; but significantly less than when Kurt face-fucked me earlier in his truck.

As I jacked the remaining five inches of his cock, I slowly moved forward, swallowing as much meat as I could take. My eyes began to water and my jaw was cramping, but I craved Kurt’s semen. I knew he was close; as he had placed his hands on the back of my head, intertwining his fingers in my hair.

Just when I didn’t think I could take much more, he pulled away. I felt cheated.

“Not yet. I’m gonna give you the fuckin’ of your life.”

Kurt bent forward, slipped his hands under my croptop and pulled it up and over my head. He looked hungrily at my tits. I was caught off guard when he pinched each elongated and hard nipple between his index fingers and thumbs. He pulled them upwards. “Stand up.”

I did as I was told. While still pinching my nipples, Kurt leaned forward and whispered in my left ear, “Are you ready?”

He released my nipples and knelt before me. Within seconds he had unzipped and pulled my cutoffs down around my ankles. He asked me to lift each foot sequentially. After extricating the shorts from my CFMs, he lifted them to his face and inhaled deeply. I knew the crutch seam must be dripping wet and wreaking of girl scent.

Kurt tossed my cutoffs onto a desk chair. He asked me to sit on the edge of the bed. I didn’t question this or any of his commands. I was putty in his hands.

He ran his hands up each thigh while locking his vision onto my pubes and camel toes. He lightly brushed my carrot-top with the tips of his fingers; then reversed his teasing down my thighs. He applied gentle pressure to the insides of my knees, directing them outward into a spraddle. I felt both vulnerable and sexy.

Kurt licked and kissed his way up my left thigh to my lower belly. I instinctively leaned backward onto my elbows. We locked eyes as he lowered his mouth from my belly to my bush and then on to my steaming pussy. I raised my legs on the tiptoes of my CFMs and tilted my pelvis forward. I wanted Kurt to have unencumbered access to his dinner.

I knew nothing about foreplay and certainly had no idea how long an average man would eat a taco before deciding enough was enough, moving on to a quick few pumps and ejaculation. Kurt, however, seemed to be in no particular hurry.

In fascination, I watched Kurt perform his magic. He leaned forward with his forearms resting on the tops of my thighs, his elbows pointed outward. The palms of his large hands covered each groin. His thick fingers fanned out on my belly like the wings of a bird.

Kurt’s thumbs stretched my camel toes to the side, exposing my man in the boat and the wafer-thin labia minora. He circled my vaginal area slowly; running his wet tongue up one side of the canoe to my sheathed clit, across its base and down the other side. He lingered at the end of my slit, adjacent to my taint. Somehow he knew this was one of my secret erogenous zones.

I reached up and grabbed a pillow. By doubling it, I could still be propped up; but my hands would be free.

I pinched my bruised nipples, then ran my hands down my ribs and six-pack. What came to mind were my daily one hundred crunches. I intertwined my fingers with Kurt’s. I directed his fanned fingers laterally, putting his thumbs and, in turn, my girl lips under even more tension. My crunch position rotated the bony pubis upward even more, exposing more of my taint to his tongue.

Kurt took the hint. He drifted his tongue downward, first thoroughly stimulating my taint and then my rosebud. Naturally, this was my first rimjob. I pulled my fingers free from Kurt’s and pushed his hands to the side. With my left hand, I pulled his head and mouth more forcefully against my back door. With the right, I feverishly rubbed my love button. I heaved my chest upward, moaned and nearly passed out from yet another rocking orgasm.

I felt Kurt fidgeting. I looked down. My left hand was still on the back of his head; plus I had rotated and squeezed inward my thighs during my explosion. He was effectively trapped.

I released Kurt’s head. He popped up like a Whack-a-Mole.

He stood and laughed as he wiped his face with the back of his hand. “I’ve got cauliflower ears.”

Kurt lifted my knees up and placed the heels of my CFMs on the edge of the bed. He finished his positioning by leaning over me and grabbing the second pillow. “Raise up that beautiful ass.”

He popped open the pearl snaps on his denim cowboy shirt, then tossed it onto the chair with my cutoffs. He pulled off his boots and kicked away his Levi’s.

There standing before me was a handsome and yet terrifying man. I looked down at his colossus and couldn’t help but wonder if it would hurt.

Kurt wasted little time. With his left hand balancing on the mattress, he leaned forward; his chest compressing my breasts and sensitive nipples. He stopped short of kissing me. We again locked eyes. He nodded slightly.

He brought his right fingers to his mouth, then moved his hand down and between our bellies. I knew he was adding lubricant to his cock to supplement my girl juices and his saliva from eating my pussy and rimming my pucker.

Kurt adjusted his position slightly. I then felt him painting the entrance of my vagina with his slick cockhead. I rocked my pelvis as a signal that I was ready. No, not ready; demanding to be bred.

Neither Kurt nor his rod disappointed me. He was initially gentle, advancing slowly his ultra-thick beast into my overstuffed pussy, Nevertheless, the stretching sensation was disconcerting. I tried not to gasp, but my left hand knuckles flew to my mouth.

Kurt hesitated. Before he could ask about hurting me, I growled through gritted teeth, “More, give me more.”

We settled into a rhythm like we had been fucking for decades. I cupped his perspiring pecs with my hands. He balanced on extended elbows to avoid crushing me. We were both panting.

What happened next is difficult to explain. Kurt simply bit his lower lip and closed his eyes. This sent me again to the edge. I shifted my arms around his chest and pulled him downward. I felt his full weight on my belly and chest. I involuntarily wrapped my long legs around his torso, CFMs and all.

I dug in my heels and I clawed his back. He responded by ramming his prick balls deep. My world rocked once again.

I pleaded for Kurt to give me a chance to catch my breath and to allow my over-stimulated privates to simmer down. He sighed. I knew he must have been close to cumming and I surmised his balls must be blue.

Kurt pushed upward. I released the strangleholds of my arms and legs. I thought he had given up. To my surprise, he stood, but kept his brat in my hoagie bun. He shook his head and laughed, “All that cumming is making me feel like a real stud!”

“Shut up and get back to work.”

My stud remained standing. He repositioned my platforms on the edge of the mattress and scooted both my ass and pillow there, also. He rested his hands on my knees. He accomplished this while maintaining an erection buried deep in my snatch.

Once we were positioned to his satisfaction, he began slowly pistoning his machine in and out of my butter churn. He released his right palm from my knee and placed it again on my belly, fingers pointing toward my navel. He began slowly and with the lightest touch of his thumb massaging my clit, up one side and down the other, it felt heavenly.

Kurt released my other knee, but he continued to both prime my well and rub my button. In retrospect, he was likely one of those guys who could chew gum and tie his shoes at the same time.

I felt Kurt’s fingers teasingly making circles around my pucker. He tentatively applied pressure with what I surmised was his social finger. I hitched slightly and welcomed his thick digit into my anus. I forgot about my clit and my slit, focusing instead on my bum.

Kurt slid his finger in and out partially as if fucking my hole. On one backstroke, he added presumably his index finger. I tried to relax the sphincter, but the doubling of girth brought on more than a little discomfort. As his knuckles cleared the sphincter, it was like night and day, turning into a pleasurable experience. I bucked my pelvis forward with each stroke as he impaled my holes.

Kurt continued to rub my clit with his right thumb, but slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy (accompanied by an embarrassing pussy fart). I felt him slide his fingers out of my anus. Within seconds, I could feel pressure from something bigger than his two fingers, much bigger.

I knew what was coming. I tried to take slow deep breaths and relax. It wasn’t as though my back door was virginal. I had finger fucked my anus almost daily in the shower and I had embarrassingly experimented with a variety of root vegetables.

Kurt applied more pressure. I closed my eyes, grimaced, and wadded up the sheets in my hands. The beet-sized cockhead popped in. The pain was beyond description, but abated as quickly as it had occurred. I opened my eyes, relaxed my fingers, and tried to smile. Kurt was watching me intently.

“More,” I begged.

Kurt slowly and gently worked his meat in and partially out. With each in-stoke, he added an inch or two of his monster cock. When his balls finally flopped against my bum, his cock was a good eight or nine inches through the backdoor, through the kitchen and into the dining room.

I fidgeted somewhat on the pillow beneath my pelvis to get used to the distension. I was beginning to get impatient. Kurt’s slow fucking felt great; but it was time to get down to business.

“Come on. What are you waiting for? Fuck me!” I commanded.

Kurt wasted no time. He wrapped his arms around my bent legs and grabbed my thighs. He then began violating me like a possessed demon.

Kurt was red-faced, his teeth clenched. He was panting. His neck veins were ugly and distended. He began intermittently holding his breath; the anoxia heightening his impending release.

I knew he was close, very close, The mere thought of his breeding my ass made me dizzy. I could feel my taint muscles begin to spasm. I needed to cum.

I shouted through gritted teeth, “Breed me, give me your hot seed!” I instantly experienced the strongest orgasm of my life.

Kurt was not far behind. I watched his face. His eyes were closed, his jaw muscles rigid and he was breath-holding. He abruptly exhaled and bucked us farther up the mattress. He pumped once, twice and a final third time; having deposited his jizz deep into my belly.